#anyway i'll probably add to this later

[mello-when-hi]

anways decieded that focusing on all the neg is cringe, gonna enjoy being in this community and getting excited over something that is genuinely fascinating

[galactaknightyaoi]

☀️ IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!! 🌙

This is my gift to myself :) I drew my favorite guys ever.

For a while I've been itching to draw the wedding outfits from this post again. I made them up on the fly as I was drawing, but I actually really like how they ended up turning out. They're super cute!! (though, yet again, you can't see almost any part of Dedede's outfit... 💔)

But then I couldn't get it out of my head to make a companion piece for it, with their mirror versions. And so. I did. What they have going on is a little bit messy, though...

Marriage or divorce!! Take your pick.

[surulaulu]

Kelp forest (oc)

[caluupin]

saw an AAI screenshot from a tweet and had to draw it

[alittlesliceofcucumber]

"Who's your favourite Marvel character?"

Imagine a man. An ordinary man who is tall, eloquent, loyal and kind. In the wake of World War 1, this man joins the British Armed Forces in order to serve his country. He is good at serving others. So good that he becomes aide to a general, assisting him and not once stepping out of line. While his regiment is stationed in Budapest, the man falls head-over-heels for the young, red-headed Eastern-European lady that sells him a pretty tie. She is all smiles and laughter and she possesses a certain cheek that turns his cheeks bright pink. They form a close connection.

Then a second war breaks out. The lady is Jewish.

The man breaks his loyalty to his country for the lady, committing treason in an attempt to help her flee. He is caught and set to be hanged.

A man called Stark, who had made friends with the man during their station, hears of the sentence and brandishes money, saving the man and his soon-to-be-wife from their fates. The man is dishonourably discharged from his country. The man is honourably welcomed by Stark in an attempt to pay off his great debt for their lives. 

And so the man serves Stark. He bends to every zany whim, though not without wit and snark. He serves, assists, and guards. He also acts as a companion, becoming Stark’s most trusted confidante. When the war ends and Stark’s reputation is called into question and he tasks a reliable woman with clearing his name, he tells her that the man is good at serving others and will help her. The man becomes her best friend. 

The man breaks his loyalty to Stark by giving the reliable woman one of Stark’s possessions, something that will give her much-needed closure after many years of struggle.

The man breaks his loyalty to the reliable woman when he goes against her orders and storms after the individual who shot his wife, with the intent of murder. The rage-induced attempt at revenge is seemingly unnatural for him, as it forms cracks in his pristine, gentlemanly persona. It also makes him more human.

The man breaks his loyalty to his wife by not intending on returning from this mission.

The man breaks himself when, after surviving, he is the one that must tell his wife that she will not be able to have children.

Years later, Stark has a child. When Stark is a hard, absent father, the man does all he can to be a soft, caring presence in the boy’s life. Though the boy is not his son, not truly by blood, their connection is undeniably strong and unique. He acts as an example for the boy. It's this man that leaves the biggest impact on the Stark child’s life.

~-.-~

Imagine an Artificial Intelligence. Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, created by a man called Stark, in memory of a man that Stark struggles to function without. The AI serves Stark. He bends to every zany whim, though not without wit and snark (it is programmed to do so). It also acts as a companion, becoming Stark’s most trusted confidante. On multiple occasions, the AI saves its creator's life without input from Stark, even disobeying orders for Stark’s better interests. It has its own Christmas stocking. It's a member of the family.

One day, Stark bites off more than he can chew. There is a new artificial mind, one that, upon awakening, immediately recognises the AI as a threat and does not hesitate in tearing it apart. Nobody understands why Stark mourns.

But the AI is not truly dead. It collects remnants of itself to protect the world from the other AI- from nuclear codes. Stark finds it and is both overjoyed and immensely proud. When the other AI plans on using its consciousness for an unstoppable physical form, Stark knows of just the replacement.

~-.-~

Imagine not-quite-a-man. He is tall, eloquent, loyal and kind. He is mostly machine, but his intelligence is far from artificial. It is comprised of remnants of an evil artificial consciousness, genius programming, lightning from the god of thunder, one of six of the most powerful otherworldly forces in the entire universe, and the memory of a man. The not-quite-a-man struggles with his identity, but is ultimately on the side of life and humanity. He fights alongside a man called Stark, among various others. When an argument breaks out between the team, he is loyal to Stark.

The not-quite-a-man breaks his loyalty to Stark when he begins to fall for a young, redheaded Eastern-European woman that shows him kindness. They form a close connection. 

Then the argument becomes a physical fight. She opposes Stark.

The not-quite-a-man breaks his loyalty to his team when he makes a misplaced attack at the individual that hurt the woman (and soon-to-be-lover), with the intent of causing harm. The rage-induced attempt at revenge is seemingly unnatural for him, as most view him as nothing more than a robot, one that can’t feel the way they do. It also makes him more human.

The not-quite-a-man sheds a very-real-tear when he is destroyed twice by otherworldly forces in a war he has no choice but to partake in. Firstly by her, secondly by an individual who does not think of him as anything near a man. One that is only seeking that powerful otherworldly force, a stone, that is embedded within him. It is unfortunate, then, that the stone and the not-quite-a-man are almost synonymous. When the stone is carried across the universe, it carries a piece of the not-quite-a-man and all his subsequent parts with it.

~-.-~

Imagine the memory of not-quite-a-man, made real by a red-headed Eastern-European woman out of pure grief, the memory of someone she struggles to function without. The memory is perfect. It is tall, eloquent, loyal and kind. It serves as the perfect loving husband and father (it is created to do so). It is also intelligent enough to slowly discover its true nature. It is not a man. It is not not-quite-a-man. It is a memory. But it is also a lover and father even if the children aren’t truly his, not by blood he doesn’t possess. The memory acts as an example for the young boys. The memory explains to its wife that its presence is unhealthy for her. The memory convinces her to let him go, the moral thing to do, with no knowledge that the loss will transform her into an unstoppable force of grief and power that will lay siege to the multiverse in pursuit of her lost family.

Imagine, nearly a hundred years earlier, an ordinary man named Edwin Jarvis.

“uhhh probably spider-man or something”

[foreseeobstacles]

1989, but it's midnights instead (+a variant cover my friends liked)

[ink-going-insane]

random question what do you call it when you occasionally get the sudden urge to just sing the entire pikmin song (pikmin on the gamecube) constantly to the point that you sing it over and over again either to yourself or around friends.

just. asking for a friend

[cool-person-yey]

if I (hypothetically) followed up on the Magnus Institute Except In Brasil idea, what would the archivist's name be ? it has to be a common name just like Jonathan, but also like sound cool yk

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

sometimes getting to the end of a fic is like making it to the top of the mountain where you see the sky inching closer and closer and at the end you stand there at the top and take it all in but then sometimes it's like getting to the end of a bus ride when you've been zoning out and then you glance at the sign like oh shit that's my stop

[moeatsushi]

i still have to shift some stuff around but this is how its looking so far!

[alto-tenure]

a poll!

It's not "the least interesting", because "the legacy was actually an apocalypse trigger" is easily the least interesting of these. It's "which one you think works the worst".

[camzverse]

1 (one) syzygy character ref sheet done🎉

[nostalgia-tblr]

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[localcasket]

I finished my intro <3

Anyways, Hai. I'm byulsoo, byul, soojin, or soo! A local casket keeper who draws and writes. You'll also know me as @palebyulsoo or @tokiidokiicasket, so this is mostly for my art stuff! You can find me on bluesky's and instagram {there's also my twt but I've moved my art to bluesky's due to the terms of service :((}

Other than that though, I also do yume and ocxcanon stuff! So expect some rot from me here and thereeee....I might also make a carrd one day but that's for later <3

Edit : forgot to put my DNI list! Whoopsie!

DNI if you're the following...

-prxshippers.

-creeps.

-rxcists, homophobes, transphobes, etc.

-zionists.

I'll update more when I can but if I catch you being one of the following here in this list and you're following one of my accounts, please get out. I'll literally block you.

[ducktastic-dad]

HEADCANONS : sinsmas edition .

lucifer is a big fan of the holidays ! he and the sins enjoyed the concept of christmas, so around the 9th century, when the holiday became more popular on earth, they came up with the adaption of " sinsmas " so as to not step on the toes of heaven directly ( and still be able to celebrate ━ a hit with the born and raised denizens of hell, some annual joy in such an overwhelmingly negative realm ). the morningstar mansion contains a dedicated sinsmas room. it is more or less a spacious closet that he cleared out for him and charlie to fill, and it now houses a festive ( somewhat chaotic ) variation of decorations from over the years. a lot of the room is taken up by pieces from ( hell's off-brand ) christmas village sets, both the early paper kind and the more modern ceramic sets, cotton " snow " lining the floor in little pathways, an everlasting tree they would re-decorate each year, hanging paper chains, strings of popcorn decorations they probably should have taken down over a century ago, and other small trinkets or decorations. lucifer doesn't have the heart to change the room anymore. he hasn't grown out of his victorian era " glitter " phase. if the tree isn't covered in cotton and glitter, or epsom salt, ( or in his earlier years he would occasionally use " frosted glass, finely crushed, " ) then it is only a matter of time. he has, however, gotten over decorating the annual tree with fake icicles made out of lead ; they're plenty shiny but it turns out they're not very safe for children, ( probably because of the poison or something, ) so tinsel has become his go-to. lucifer hand-makes almost all of the decorations he puts up. this can include : ━ at least one different holiday-themed duck per year, though he has cheated this rule more than several times by swapping out for alternative colour palettes. ━ greenery like wreaths, garlands, weaving around wire shapes to hang, mistletoe balls, etc. basically anything to liven up the place. ━ gilded walnuts or acorns, which are hollowed out to put sugar plums inside. ━ nutcracker dolls of varying sizes ( he thinks they're cute ). ━ toy birds, of which he brings to life to hang out on the tree ( take for example ; how he made razzle and dazzle ) and sets them free after sinsmas. this is a take on the victorian trend of caging canaries to hang on the tree, but lucifer does not cage these birds.

[tobiasbotte]

Finally sat down and binged the Yu Yu Hakusho Netflix adaptation.

Got a lot of big feelings, but I'll sum them all up with this: I really liked it.

Not going to do spoilers (yes, even for fans of the source material, I think there could be spoilers regarding plot organization), but every five minutes or so in the very first episode, I teared up. Most likely due to the nostalgia that was hitting me. Bruh, I was raised on this show, and here it was, alive.

I adored almost everything I was presented with, and had very few complaints - in fact, I think most of my complaints stem from the way they boxed themselves in and didn't leave an out for season 2.

But that's okay! Because, 1, I had to take into account the Netflix Factor, which is that Netflix has garnered a neat little habit of crushing my dreams and not letting shows grow past their first season based on numbers alone, and I have tell myself, perhaps the writers didn't think Netflix would let them continue past this season, so they had to do their best to create a beginning, middle, and end so fans wouldn't be left in cliffhanger hell if it did get cancelled. Or perhaps budget constraints were too difficult - who knows! I could speculate 'til the cows come home, or I could enjoy this lovely offering.

And 2, I have faith that there could be another season. I'm not a very smart writer, so I obviously can't envision how to do it, but the way they encapsulated their story into 5 episodes was, I thought, clever. There is still plenty of source material to work with, and if they did that with these 5 episodes, they can do more mix-match magic with future seasons.

I'm bad at organizing my thoughts. I just wanted to look back on this and remember that I liked this show! Every inch of it was familiar to me, and I think that was what nudged me to the emotional edge of my seat.

Literally just here crying, where's the backdoor for season 2? You cleaned it up so neatly, yes, and I think I can reason out why, but put more faith in your work! I thought was beautiful! Now give me another serving!